”Suddenly she stood up and walked to her desk, opening the flap which allowed her to talk to the staff. “Dorothy, I’m going to need another 15 m...nutes, there’s some complications with this patient, privacy required.” She glided back to me and whispered “I never knew you liked older women, if not I would have made a move on you a long time ago Tim.” This was it, I thought to myself. My fantasy was finally coming true! I stared at her for a second, her eyes met mine, but lowered a little, staring. "Amanda!" I gasped."I think I've shocked you," she laughed lightly "but I meant it. Dad I've wanted you for years." WHAT!" I yelped in amazement.While I was still recovering from the shock of her confession her hand was pushing mine out of my lap. I was too stunned to do anything but groan when she folded down the front of my briefs and took my throbbing cock in her warm hand. Looking up sharply I found myself gazing into my daughter's eyes, what I saw there shocked me even more. It was pure,. " As I finished saying that the bellrang for the first class.I found myself walking with Betty as we both headed towards the mathquad. I asked Betty what class she had? Betty said algebra with Mr.Troupe and I told her I had the algebra with Mrs. Cook. Betty turned tome and giggled. "I asked her what's so funny?" "If you had Mr. Troupefor math like I had, all you would have to do is give him a peak underyour skirt, once in a while to get a good grade." "But you've got Mrs.Cook." "She's a bitch. The medical people, who wanted him as an ethical guide, had brought a Jesuit anesthesiologist and bioethicist, Dan Roth, SJ, PhD, MD, FABA, into the Confederacy secret. He became a close friend of Terry's, for chess, conversation, and fine beverages. As Dan put it, "I may have to be celibate, but I don't have to be a teetotaler." Terry rarely missed stray remarks, and he noted that Dan, perhaps after one more single-malt than intended, made a vague comment that celibacy might be a requirement.